Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Witching Hour , by - MyzeryRelease date: 23.06.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Witching Hour |
| Ahem, we are here today to mourn the loss |
| Of a punk ass motherfucker who thought he was the shit. |
| Turns out, he was the shit, a piece of shit. |
| You see, this young hoolagin wasn’t afraid to die |
| So he put his life on the line to gain respect in his neighboor hood. |
| Well the only respect he gets now |
| Is from the maggots and worms that are snacking on his dead ass. |
| Life is over, death devour |
| Time has come for witching hour |
| (1st Verse- Violent J) |
| Time for your family to dress up in black |
| Time for your coffin to ride in the back |
| Time for your enemies to laugh at your death |
| Time for the vultures to pick at what’s left |
| Time for your homeboy to find a new clique |
| Time for your girlfriend to suck a new dick |
| Time for your brothers to fight over your car |
| Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are |
| (2nd Verse- Twiztid) |
| Close your eyes, hold your breath, release the stress |
| let it out there’s nothing left 'cuz you’re facing death |
| If you see God, send my blessings if He’s up there |
| And tell that man how you spent your life here |
| Bust around the street, deisel smoke from the heat |
| And you’re feeling weak, 'cuz the lead got you going to sleep |
| It’s getting deep, know your peeps? |
| They gon’fuck your freak |
| In between the sheets in they face they drop the leaky leak |
| You hear the sirens, think about who was firing |
| See your partner blurry from the spark of the iron |
| Holding on to faith, wanna survive to retaliate |
| Here comes the Reaper, it’s Grim Reaper at your door awaits |
| Can you feel it? |
| Pumping on your inner spirit, |
| Got you screaming out for Mommy Dearest |
| You wanna live, keep on twitching, bluff spitting |
| Time ticking it’s the hour for the witching |
| (3rd Verse- Violent J) |
| Time for you to lay dead while everybody stares |
| Time for the Revrend to front like he cares |
| Time for your body to rot in your tomb |
| Time for your sister to finally get your room |
| Time for your picture to fade on the wall |
| Time for your crew to hang out at the mall |
| Time for your boys to beat hoes and kick bass |
| While you sit in the dark, with maggots crawling on your face |
| (4th Verse- Twiztid) |
| Bitches are backstabbers, or your inner friend bank grabbers |
| Reaching out just to get fatter |
| Thoughts of your soon-to-be wife and your phat ride |
| She’s in the back seat, catching it from the backside |
| You wish you had some rum, feeling numb |
| Where the noise at? |
| Losing it, where my boys at? |
| Hallucinate seeing caskets, your son a soon to be bastard |
| 'Cuz you slipped and got blasted |
| Your ?? |
| lies in your good times, |
| Ambulance 59 minutes later, now you’re on a respirator |
| Get on this shit, you’re losing consciousness |
| Man flashing, in your phat ride crashing |
| Unhappy family and it’s costing black roses |
| Beer on the concrete, bones in your coffin |
| That’s all you get, a lost soul on the trip |
| Times up, clock ticked, hour to be witched |
| (5th Verse- Violent J) |
| Time to sit and cry about the fact that you’re gone |
| Time to say fuck it, Nitro is on Time for your people to clean out your place |
| Time for you love to go through your tin case |
| Time for your father to feel a little stress |
| Time for you step-dad to give a fuck less |
| Time for the world to keep spinning around |
| Even with you dead in the ground, motherfucker! |
| Time for your family to dress up in black |
| Time for your coffin to ride in the back |
| Time for your enemies to laugh at your death |
| Time for the vultures to pick at what’s left |
| Time for your homeboy to find a new clique |
| Time for your girlfriend to suck a new dick |
| Time for your brothers to fight over your car |
| Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are |